Slogann's ears perked up, watching Jaws trot the path to where the Gloktigis and Wolvarks were coming.
"Augh! Stop! Wait! No!" Slogann ran after Jaws.
Sly moved by Slugger, blinking ahead to where his Slog was catching up to Slugger's.
"The Mudokons'll get the Gloks. No doubt they have experience with those beasts,"
Sly swung his rifle in front of him.
"The 'varks'll be a piece of Paramite pie,"
Slogann nipped gently at Jaws's stubby tail. The squawks of the Gloktigis were right ahead of a barrier of bushes.
Slogann gasped, and tackled Jaws in to the brush. He kept his movement to a stop.
Footsteps rustled through the bush they hid in. Black long talons pierced the soft dirt and leaves. The Gloktigis were in chains attached to their wrists, and the Wolvarks pulling them gently behind them.
"Shh..." Slogann hushed. "Don't let them know we're here,"
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